Dwight: OK. I'm going to have to search your car. Give me your keys. Ryan: I am not giving you my keys. Dwight: Don't make me do this the hard way. Ryan: What's the hard way? Dwight: I go down to the police station, on my lunch break. I tell a police officer (I know several) what I suspect you may have in your car. He requests a hearing from a judge and obtains a search warrant. Once he has said warrant, he will drive over here and make you give him the keys to your car, and you will have to obey him. Ryan: Yeah, let's do it that way.

Oscar: So, Pam told me you do a great Stanley impression. I'd love to hear it. Jim: Oh, um. "Why do you keep CCing me on things that have nothing to do with me?" Stanley: Is that supposed to be me? Jim: Oh, hey, Stanley. Uh, I was just doing an impression. Stanley: I do not think that is funny. Pam: He does everyone in the office. Stanley: Hmph. [leaves] Jim and Pam: "I do not think that is funny."